Masked laughter echoes in the empty room.
A window that's always open.

Time dissolves on the verge of a fading dusk.
The sound of waves is mantra-like, soothing.

Forgotten postcards, unsent, linger in old bags.
Silent Whisper - a recollection.

The clock’s hands touch, but never hold,
Echo of Sands - etched in memory.

Caught in amber, a fleeting smile from yesteryears.
The cadence of the tides knows.